The Summer of Jack

The Summer of Jack

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Última publicación mar, dic 17, 2019

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When you live in constant fear, you never really get over the fact you will never live a normal life. Not simply because you're paranoid or you live in the worst possible situation for a teenager, but because you kind of accept that even if you were to move on from those events, they'll always be around to haunt you. Therefore even if you were to lead a 'normal' life as an adult with a family and a successful job, your world view of fathers and their sons will be tainted by the memories that ruined the image of a perfect family setting. Nothing is really normal to you anymore. Even if you were to meet the nicest couple ever with their family trio, their son smiling at his hero of a dad, you'll always replace their facade of a display with the image of your own dad, and how different he was from the man that married your mother. Well, lucky for you, you'll never experience that kind of perception. Unless of course, you can relate to me. I'm Jack G. Valentine, and this, is my story.

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